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mwthan that he belongs tp that church.As for the cry, "Put nothing butAmericans on guard," I am for it.But I believe all of us are Americans,and that our church affiliation hasnothing whatever to do with it. I believe Catholics and Protestants alikewould go to war side by side in defense of this country, just as they-o-have done in every war we have everhad.I believe, in the Golden Rule, and Iactually believe in the brotherhood ofman. Hence it is impossible for meto believe that the men who belong tomy church are my brothers and thatthe men who belong to anotherchurch are not.o-HUMAN SYMPATHY IS A FREQUENT CALLER ATt' JUDGE HOPKINS' MORALS COURTHuman sympathy, encouraged byJudge 'Hopkins and Prosecutor Geo.L. Reker, often creeps into the MoralsCourt. rThis great quality was displayedby these men in dealing with Margaret Smith, a young waitress, whofaltered at the crossroads and thentook the wrong path.Officers of the law brought her intocourt and told the judge they hadfound her living with a man tq whomshe was not married in a house atJackson and Sangamon streets.From the evidence introduced bythe hardened police it seemed thesame world-old story of the Magdalene. - But something in the look ofshame that Reker discovered in herdowncast eyes aroused the prosecutor's curiosity. She looked like apenitent school girl standing there incourt, among the usual court characters. "We caught her living- with a mannamed Wm. Burns. She's a new one,I guess. "We've never seen her before,," droned the police officer.Sie looked up at the judge andthere was a look of pain in her seablue eyes. She looked-so much likea wounded bird that had fallen tothe grourid.Reker looked at the girl. Shedidnt look like one that was in "thegame."There was nothing in her dressthat'Suggested the over-dressed "professional." But there a quiet dignity"What's your story," Reker askedher. And the tenderness in his voicewas the first bright spot in the entireproceedings to the-girl."I came here from Indiana twoyears ago," the girl narrated. "Igota job in The Fair, but I couldn't liveon the wages. A girl told me Icould make more working as a waitress. So I got a job on the West Side.I have worked in restaurants eversince. There was only two things Icould do that were honest, work in arestaurant or a department store.Anil the former was a little bit better than the latter."A few months ago I got a job atChilds'. I heard so much about thewealth of the Childs' string of restaurants that I thought it would be agood thing to work at one of them.I found Childs' to be one of the worst.places in the city. I got $7 a weekthere and no tips. I couldn't stand itvery long."By this time I had neared the endof my rope. My clothes were gettingshabby. I owed room rent. I wasgetting desperate. If I went out withmen they noticed that my clotheswere' old and. thought that I wouldlisten to whatever they wanted topropose in order to get better clothes.But I tried. And some times I prayedfor strength to hold up. ."I got so that I shunned every one.I found that most men wanted tomake a plaything of me, and I didn'twant to go out with 'girls. They werealways dressed so much better thanin' her'general appearance.i.1 was.udfcfei